Let’s face it, nobody else is going to blow my trumpet, so I’ll have to do it myself. Hmm… maybe I should rephrase that, evil minds might well twist it into something else — much in the same way that I just did, in fact.
With that out of the way: Ever since I was a teenager I’ve been a wannabe author. My English teacher at my alma mater wanted me to promise never to give up writing. I told him I would keep writing, but in the back of my mind was the thought that maybe this was what he said to all his pupils.
That label (‘wannabe’) grew larger and ever larger over the years, and the dream faded. Reluctantly, I eventually admitted to myself that although I may have some talent as a wordsmith, I lack the ability to ‘put myself out there’. Fear of failure has meant that I’ve only ever submitted one piece of writing (a poem called ‘These Old Gods‘) for publication. That piece was accepted and published in an anthology. (I should perhaps have taken heart from that; but when the publishers asked me to buy a copy for an arm and a leg, I became cynical about their real intentions.)
About a baker’s dozen years ago,
I had a burst of enthusiasm that resulted in the expulsion of a handful of short stories from my noggin in the space of a few weeks. Those works have sat gathering proverbial dust in the interim, and have never been submitted for consideration anywhere. Oh, I kept promising myself that one day I would grab the bull by the horns, but if there’s one thing I’ve always excelled at, it’s procrastination.
Regular readers will have followed my ‘How to make an eBook’ tale (it starts here). And in the space of two short weeks I turned the writings of a wannabe author into a product that is now available on Amazon at a bargain price. Two copies have already been sold!
If you should choose to acquire it, please do let me know what you think of it.
If you do, I’ll even let you in on the secret of Alan Temaficoni’s real name!